I'm in a yellow thang on the expressway
That bitch so nasty it might give a bitch road rage
Get out my lane: ferrari boyz
You see the chain: so icey boyz
I'm ridin' in a mansion but I don't think I'm fancy
But I cut the blinker on and my diamonds dancin'
Once upon a time, a little while ago
There was a nigga in a 'rari with a pretty yellow ho
Got my head held up cause I think I'm handsome
As the media portraying me as Charles Manson
And i coulda bought a Phantom rolled here 4 deeper
But I'd rather pull up solo in a yellow 2-seater
Gucci!

Get out my lane! (Get out my lane) Ferrari boyz (Ferrari boyz)
You see the chain: so Icey boyz (BURR! BURR!)
x4

Briiick Squaaad!
Riding in the 'rari same color as bacardi
She don't like me, shawty, man she like my car
Damn man wanna fuck my chain, damn man wanna fuck my name
Wanna bust every nigga and their clique I claim
Deep-dish rims and their offsets, mane
That's how me and Gucci Mane came
Iced out poppy-shit drawers switchin' lanes
I rock bandanas like Santana, screaming out "Who wants some Anna?"
Made a million off my words, they in love with my country grammar
That's the antenna, cause their rapping careers got static in it
I'm a walking meal ticket, just wait a minute
Bank account got commas in it, all black 'rari no dallamas in it
I hear em talking their gangsta shit but I know they lame as hell
One thing I ain't gon' fail, pussy nigga you scared of jail
My name ring bells, my engine loud as hell
Shit, my 'rari cost 'bout 230 bails

Get out my lane! (Get out my lane) Ferrari boyz (Ferrari boyz)
You see the chain: so Icey boyz (BURR! BURR!)
x4